Xiao Ning'er drank it without batting an eye or missing a heartbeat. If Nie Li could drink it, why couldn't she?
Lu Piao, on the other hand, looked miserable. One sip nearly made him spit it out.
But Xiao Xue couldn't care less whether getting her hand dirty was disgusting. She clamped her palm over Lu Piao's mouth and forced it back down.
"Swallow that bowl of porridge for me!"
Seeing his little firecracker baring her teeth beside him, Lu Piao nodded repeatedly and forced the bowl of wood-flour porridge down.
Duan Jian said nothing either. After all, he had grown up under the lash. Whether he could get anything to eat at all was another matter entirely.
Although Chen Linjian was also the young master of an aristocratic family, he wasn't so precious about things. It was only a bowl of porridge. If he had to drink it, he would.
The porridge went down.
Nie Li wiped his mouth. Yun Ling had already gone to serve the other customers. Their table might have had plenty of people, but other customers were clamoring for porridge too.
Once Yun Ling had left for the moment, another young man dressed in white came over and sat down.
"My name is Xiao Yang. May I ask your names?"
They all introduced themselves.
Xiao Yang had originally come here for a bowl of porridge, but Yun Ling knew him. As an elder's son, he was quite well known.
Yet when Yun Ling told him that several outsiders had arrived, and that one of the old men among them was a Legendary Demon Spirit Master, he nearly leaped out of his chair in fright.
A Legendary Demon Spirit Master! If that old gentleman made a move, he could wipe out all several thousand members of